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Jan 2011
I looked at her eyes every night,
but she never did notice despite
that I couldn’t take my eyes away
from her soul’s shining light.

What if that thing you always said
you wanted to keep, but not in your head.
Just went on a merry trip to beyond
with an action that is pleasing widespread.

I looked at her eyes every night,
but she never did notice despite
that I couldn’t take my eyes away
from her soul’s shining light.

Slipping through the folds of life
we try to end this grievous strife.
Can she not really see what I feel?
So I just tear away with this knife.

I looked at her eyes every night,
but she never did notice despite
that I couldn’t take my eyes away
from her soul’s shining light.

Tears, dripping down with haste,
From my cheek, to the red they raced.
I can’t see as my vision blurs
From the blood, now a waste.

Slipping through the folds of life
we try to end this grievous strife.
Can she not really see what I feel?
So I just tear away with this knife.
This is a song I wrote.
Blaise Tyler Beach
Written by
Blaise Tyler Beach  M/Parma, Ohio
(M/Parma, Ohio)   
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